Mati grinned. “Excellent.”
Reese’s cock perked up hopefully, his imagination running wild. He had to clear his throat, twice, before he managed to croak, “Okay.”
David nudged them toward their bags. “I’ll start on the kitchen while you two get your things packed up.”
Reese remained stalled in the middle of the room, trying to figure out what supplies David needed—Lube? condoms? what else could there be?—until Mati grabbed his hand and dragged him with her to their suitcases.
He folded his clothes mechanically until he was left with one last item hanging from his fingertips. How did one pack the pants they ejaculated into? He’d already discarded his briefs as unsalvageable.
Mati smirked and plucked the khakis from his grasp, folding them efficiently into a plastic bag. “I’ll put them with my nightgown.”
Reese was now, apparently, the kind of guy who had to travel with a special bag for come-stained clothes. Awesome.
So much had changed so quickly.
He had a sudden, random, and utterly heart-stopping thought. He spun toward Mati. “You’re not going to quit, are you?”
Mati laughed.“Never.”
Reese slumped with relief and she hugged him, squeaking when he hooked his arm around her waist and crushed her to him, lifting her right off her feet. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing her.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she promised, carding her fingers through his hair. “Not as long as you want me.”
“That will be forever,” Reese warned, the truth spilling from his lips before he’d considered the wisdom of his confession.
“Okay,” she whispered back.
He buried his face against her neck and held on for a long time. He smiled when David’s arms wrapped around them and his hand came to rest on Reese’s ass. Again.
“You two are making it very hard to stay focused,” David said. “And we really need to get going.”
Reese laughed. “Says the pot who’s currently snuggling the kettle.”
Eventually, they let go of each other, though the feeling of David’s palm on Reese’s butt remained seared in his brain. They packed a luggage cart high with boxes and suitcases, and left the room behind.
It was alike a breath of fresh air to step into the bright, bustling lobby. Reese would have guessed he’d be better at enforced confinement, given the long stretches he’d spent at home, but it turned out he was more recovered than he’d realized. He was positively giddy to see total strangers rushing around, to smile at the bellhop, to see the world go by as they waited for their car.
David tucked Reese and Mati into a corner, standing between them and the room and making sure he had a clear view of the door. Reese didn’t mind, since it meant having David and Mati pressed close, but he kept his hands to himself so he didn’t prevent David from doing his job.
Or his not-job, as it were.
Reese was surprised to see Marcus reading the paper not ten feet away, pretending he didn’t know them. He did, however, seem to know one of the men loitering across the room, exchanging a nod with him before returning his attention to his paper. Reese assumed the other man also worked for Chance.
Reese felt guilty that they were causing so much trouble, but when he looked at Mati, the feeling vanished. He’d hire a battalion if it kept her safe. Hell, he’d hire a battalion to keepDavidsafe. The idea of David putting himself in danger to keep them safe had become abhorrent.
So, yes. He’d take all the help they could get.
The bellhop announced the arrival of their car. David put his hand at the small of Mati’s back and ushered them forward, his shoulders tight and pace measured.
They stepped through the doors, and the young, handsome valet positively lit up upon seeing David, his grip on the keys lingering and a blatant invitation in his gaze.
Reese frowned at the young man and cleared his throat. Loudly.
The valet took one look at him and took a big step back.
Mati barely contained her laughter at Reese’s behavior and the shock on David’s face. She slid into the back seat and grinned at Reese as soon as he settled beside her.
“It is so hot when you do that,” she said.
